Little American Romance
by TheYellowBrickRoadToTheTARDIS
Summary: Arthur Kirkland led a perfectly normal life. Unlike his school peers, he didn't suffer from emotional turmoil that is associated with teenage love. However, when Alfred F. Jones arrives along with his twin Matthew Williams it seems that all of that is about to change. Arthur finds himself suffering from the crazy-little-thing-called-love. Why are heroes all so damn attractive? USUK
1. Chapter One-Monday

Chapter One: Monday

The bright glare of the sun filtered in through the gap of the curtains as Arthur slept. His arm was draped over the side of his double bed and the book that he had stayed up late reading was flopped open on the floor. Arthur's chest rose and fell as he slept, his messy blonde locks shimmering slightly in the beam of sunlight. His desk was still cluttered from his late-night studying that he had abandoned in favour of reading.

He was awoken from his slumber by the shrill blare of his alarm clock, alerting him that it was Monday and that he had school. His eyes opened mechanically, and his emerald orbs glared at his alarm clock as he shut it off. He sat up, yawned and ruffled his sleep-affected locks. He showered something he often did in the morning to wake himself up. He picked an outfit from his "school selection" and dressed.

Once dressed he gathered up his things and left his bedroom, his knuckles rapped on the door next to his; the room of Peter Kirkland, Arthur's little brother. He sighed to himself, Peter was fifteen and yet he still had to be woken up by his seventeen year old brother.

"Peter, get up! It's Monday!"

A groan was heard from the other side of the wooden barrier and Arthur chuckled to himself before heading downstairs.

Their living room was immaculate as usual, their mother liked to keep things neat and clean, though Arthur thought it was _too clean. _He liked a room to have a "lived-in" atmosphere which is why his room was typically cluttered with books and papers. He dumped his school bag on the sofa and made himself a cup of tea, another morning ritual. His mother would already be at work, she was a College professor but she liked to get to work early to prepare for her classes, Arthur was incredibly close to his mother and was immensely proud of her. She was a single mother who had managed to bring up two boys very well. Arthur and Peter both had good childhoods and they had all of the materials they needed. Sure, they weren't rich but they weren't struggling. They had made the move to America from England a few years ago, and they were doing fairly well. They lived in a nice suburban neighbourhood and both Arthur and Peter went to a multinational school for _gifted_ students. Though, with some students it was difficult to see _how _they were gifted. He suspected that their parents offered the school lots of money for their child to be accepted. That was a fairly common occurrence for schools like that.

Arthur had finished his tea as he heard Peter thudding down the stairs. He checked his watch, if they left now they would get to school exactly on time, an unusual thing for the Kirkland brothers; they were usually late.

"Ready, Peter?" Arthur asked, cocking a thick eyebrow at Peter's outfit, the younger Kirkland was going through a punk/goth phase and was dressed entirely in black. When asked about his recent outfit choices, Peter had argued that Arthur had dressed like that before and it had made him "wicked-popular." What Peter didn't know was that Arthur cringed whenever he thought of his punk phase, _what had he been thinking?_

"Ready!" Peter chirped, his backpack already slung over his shoulders.

Arthur grabbed his house keys, placed his own backpack on his shoulders and exited the house. He locked the front door and the two brothers began the walk to school.

* * *

Arthur was relieved to see that they had indeed arrived at school on time. His relief was quickly squashed when he saw a particular Frenchman waiting for him at the school entrance. The Frenchman had gleaming ocean blue eyes, shoulder-length hair, a slight stubble and was dressed in flamboyant clothes, bright reds and deep purples were the Frenchman's typical dress code and as usual, he had dressed to impress. Next to him was a sight that made Arthur feel more of his morning perkiness slip away, Francis was flanked by his two friends, Gilbert, the albino German and Antonio, the brunette, tanned Spaniard. The trio were the kind of students that made Arthur wonder about the schools "gifted" status.

Peter rushed off, having spotted his friends and Arthur was left alone with the trio.

"Ah, morning Arthur! Have you heard the news?" Francis asked, obviously looking to share some gossip with the Brit.

Arthur rolled his eyes, "How could I have heard the news? I've only just got here."

Francis continued, undeterred; "Ah yes, of course! Well, we've heard rumours that we're going to be getting some new students!" Francis practically squealed, excited. New students were a rarity at their school, and two at the same time, well that was even more unusual.

"Right, right. And how do you know this?" Arthur asked, not really interested but Francis wouldn't move until he'd finished and he was blocking the entrance.

"Toni's mother is on the government board." Antonio nodded to confirm this.

"Ah, of course. So, is that all you wanted to tell me?" Arthur asked, keen to actually get inside the school, the sun was blaring down on him, making his blonde hair stick to his forehead; it was too hot to be standing around talking.

"No, there's more." Francis continued, "They're in our year and they're twins!" He announced.

"Okay, that's great Francis. Now, I need to go into school. Some of us are actually here to study and excel." Arthur snapped at him, impatient and eager to start his lessons on time for once.

"We already do excel, that's why we're here." Francis retorted, smug.

Arthur turned and gave Francis a measured look, "Well, I think _some of us _could do with a little improvement."

This gained strong laughter from both Antonio and Gilbert whilst Arthur enjoyed the insulted expression on Francis' face. _Stupid frog…_He went inside and found his first class which was English. Arthur smiled; it was his favourite lesson, what a good start to the day.

* * *

About half an hour into the lesson, the classroom door flung open and Arthur paused writing his essay on _To Kill a Mockingbird, _to look up and see what had caused the disturbance.

"I think this is the right room, Mattie!"

Arthur's eyes widened as the speaker brought the piece of paper he had been holding down from his face. The teenager, who Arthur assumed to be one of the new students, was stunningly good looking. He had sparkling deep blue eyes, a tanned face, and dirty blonde hair which featured a prominent cowlick that seemed to defy gravity. He had thin glasses that made his sapphire orbs even more noticeable, he was also extremely well built, he had donned a buttoned shirt that flaunted his body perfectly and his jeans were just crossing the border into tight. Arthur noticed that Francis' mouth was gaped open from the new student's entrance and chuckled to himself.

The new student turned to the teacher, "Is this English?" He asked a hopeful edge to his voice and Arthur guessed that the student had been trying to find the classroom for a while.

"Yes, it is." She smiled, and took his sheet of paper from his hands. "You must be one of the new students, right?"

"Yep, I'm Alfred F. Jones and this is my twin Matthew Williams."

Arthur craned his neck to see the twin that Alfred had mentioned and sure enough, there he was, practically hiding behind his brother. Arthur could already tell who the social butterfly out of the two was. Matthew looked fairly similar to Alfred, only less noticeable. He had deep blue eyes that bordered on violet and a little curl stuck out of his blonde hair that seemed to border on blonde. He seemed to have a slight nervous disposition, judging by the way he was cowering behind Alfred.

"Alright, well it's a pleasure to meet you both. I'm your English teacher, obviously. Now, where to put you?" She scanned the room for vacant chairs for the two newcomers.

Arthur's heart sped up as he realised that there were only two available places in the classroom, one next to him and one next to the frog. Arthur sighed as he realised that the teacher had ordered Matthew to sit next to him and Alfred had to sit next to Francis. He leant back in his chair and smiled at the quieter twin as he took the seat next to Arthur.

"Hello, I'm Arthur Kirkland, student body president."

He always felt proud of himself when he used that title; it was like saying that he was _extra gifted. _He was also in charge of the newspaper club but he didn't want to brag.

Matthew smiled softly at him, whilst getting his equipment out of his bag. "I'm Matthew. Pleased to meet you." He spoke in a hushed whisper; Arthur could already see that the two twins were incredibly different.

"You too." Arthur smiled, trying to be as friendly as possible. Arthur watched as Matthew was handed an English schoolbook and he wrote his name on the front.

"Williams?" He questioned, "Isn't your twin's surname Jones?"

"Yes, well it's complicated but my mum's maiden surname is Jones whilst dad's is Williams. So, both of our surnames were Williams at one point. But, dad left us a couple of years ago and Alfred, well he's really close to mum and hates dad, so he changed his surname to Jones but I couldn't bring myself to do it." Arthur nodded as he listened to Matthew's story, that made sense and Arthur could understand Alfred's decision. He, too, had changed his name to his mother's, so had Peter.

"Ah, that makes sense, I suppose. Sorry for asking, I must seem rude."

Matthew smiled shakily, "No, it's fine. You weren't to know."

The English class seemed to fly by and soon the bell had gone and the class were packing up their things. As Arthur was packing the last of his things into his bag, he felt something, or someone, crash straight into him. Luckily, he kept his grip on the desk and didn't topple over but the impact still hurt. He turned to yell at the clumsy oaf who had crashed into him but found himself faced with the new student.

"Sorry dude! I wasn't watching where I was going, I'd come over to talk to you but I tripped up on the way over, haha!" Arthur noticed how close they were and blushed, stepping back a little.

"No, it's fine. I'm Arthur Kirkland. Student body president." He grimaced at his need to state his "importance" _You just can't help it can you, show off? _He stuck his hand out for Alfred to shake it but the American pulled him into a tight hug instead.

"Alfred F. Jones, part time student, full time hero!" He announced, laughing at his own title. "So… Student body president, huh? Pretty cool. "

Arthur finished packing up his stuff and began to head out of the door, with Alfred tailing him, "It's not as flashy as it sounds. It's just a lot of boring hard work."

"Nah, I think that's pretty cool!" The American beamed and Arthur had to study him to see if he was being sarcastic, he decided he wasn't.

"So Artie, you wanna be friends?"

Arthur spluttered, "Artie?! What on Earth is that?"

Alfred pouted, "It's a nickname."

"It's bloody awful." Arthur argued.

"Well, learn to like it." The American retorted. Apparently, "Artie" was staying.

"Fine," He huffed, not really angry. "Yes, Alfred we can be friends."

"Awesome!" The American fist-pumped. "I'm gonna go tell Mattie that I've got a friend!" Alfred ran off, leaving a chuckling and slightly flustered Arthur alone in the corridor.

* * *

School passed by very quickly and it was soon time for the students to go home. Arthur was waiting at the school gates for Peter when the twins approached them. Arthur tried to hold in a smile when he saw Alfred heading in his direction. Luckily, it wasn't that much of a challenge as Matthew was with Francis and Gilbert and to Arthur's dismay they were also heading towards him.

"Ah, Arthur! I think these twins will make great students, non?" He asked with a wink.

Much to Arthur's distaste, both of the twins blushed.

"Oh, Matthew you're so adorable when you blush!" Francis cooed.

"He's right! Ain't you just the cutest thing?" Gilbert joined in, squeezing the younger twin's face.

Arthur rolled his eyes, "Oh for God's sake. Grow up, you two!"

"Killjoy." Gilbert muttered, leading Matthew out of the gate with Francis in tow.

Arthur turned to Alfred who had been watching the scene with mild interest, "I weep for your poor brother."

"Why?" Alfred asked, his sapphire eyes looked puzzled.

"Francis Bonnefoy and Gilbert Beilschmidt. The "womanizers" if you will. They flirt with everyone, it seems like they've taken an interest in Matthew."

Alfred frowned but didn't comment and Arthur watched as he took his phone out of his pocket, "Can I have your number?"

"Sure, sure!" Arthur got out his phone and the pair exchanged numbers.

Arthur spotted Peter coming out of the school gates and waved at him to alert him of his location. "Peter! Over here!"

"Peter? Is that your brother?" Alfred asked.

"Yes. He's going through a "phase" at the moment." Alfred ahed in understanding.

"Ready to go Peter?" Arthur asked his brother who was now standing next to the pair.

"Yep, I'm all ready!" Peter beamed at the pair.

The two brothers bid farewell to Alfred and headed home.

"So…" Peter asked, "Who was that?"

"Just a friend, well I barely know him. New student."

At that moment Arthur's phone bleeped.

**From: Alfred**

**Hey Artie! You like that nickname really xD Really glad I met you, it's nice to have a new friend! :)**

Arthur smiled as he replied to Alfred and clicked his phone off. He had a feeling that school was going to be a lot better from now on.

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**A/N: So, I really shouldn't be making a new story, I have all of the other ones to update but I really needed to shift my writer's block and this worked so that's all good!**

**Hope you guys like it! **

**This is gonna be a story (not a one-shot) so there will be a plot, which will pretty much be the whole USUK/UKUS love story. **

**Oh, special thanks to Kiki Beilschmidt for the title name! **

**~TheYellowBrickRoadToTheTARDIS. **


	2. Chapter Two- Tuesday

Chapter Two: Tuesday

**A/N: So, I finally decided to get out of my lazy ass mode and write, though it's kinda hard to actually find the time to write as school's started and studying is taking up pretty much all of my free time so you guys should feel special that you get another chapter! ;) But yeah, enjoy~**

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On Tuesday morning, Arthur found himself actually looking forward to school. It wasn't as if Arthur hated school; he loved school, he loved to learn and study and he honestly found school rather enjoyable. But, at 7:00AM he typically found himself not liking school as much as he would do at say, 11:00 due to the fact that he was simply not that much of a morning person. However, as he walked with Peter to school he was unusually perky. He pushed out the one recurring face and patterns of thoughts that was running through his mind; _Alfred F. Jones. _He had to admit; the new addition to the school intrigued him, Arthur sensed that there was something special about Alfred, not something majorly different but just special. Arthur thought back to the way the blue eyed American had beamed when Arthur had agreed to be friends with him; it had surprised the Brit that Alfred had been so happy by their friendship. _Surely Alfred's had friends before? _The loud obnoxious newcomer seemed the type of person who you would classify as "popular" so it seemed odd to the Brit that Alfred would want to be friends with someone like _him. _

"Arthur, are you even listening to me?" Peter whined at his bigger brother.

Arthur jolted out of his thoughts and turned to his little brother who was currently pouting, "Yes, I'm bloody listening!" Arthur paused, "What were you saying?"

Peter sighed, "I was _saying _that mum wants to know if you're planning on invite your boyfriend over?"

"_Boyfriend?" _Arthur spluttered before turning his intense emerald glare on Peter, "And how does mum even know about Alfred, hmm?"

Peter held his hands up in surrender, "Relax Arthur, I was joking. God, someone's touchy." Peter rolled his eyes before running off having spotted his friends, "See you after school, Arthur!"

"Goodbye _and good riddance._" Arthur muttered as he walked into school, it seemed that his unusual perkiness had faded.

"Hey, Artie!" As suddenly as it had disappeared the perkiness returned. Arthur he stifled a smile as he strode over to the American who was waving at him.

"Good morning, Alfred. I'm glad to know that you didn't find us utterly dreadful." Arthur joked. _That was stupid, who says stuff like that? What am I, some middle aged man? _Arthur cringed, why did intelligence seem to leave him when he spoke to Alfred?

Arthur saw that the joke was lost on Alfred; his sparkling sapphires were scrunched up in concentration.

"Huh? Whaddya mean, Artie?" Alfred asked, confusion evident from his voice.

Arthur rolled his eyes and huffed, "I was making a joke." Alfred still looked confused, "It's typically customary to laugh when someone else makes a joke."

Almost as if he'd had a sudden epiphany, Arthur saw the light switch on in Alfred's brain as the American began to laugh, "Oh! I get it now, nah you guys aren't so bad." Alfred paused as if thinking, "Well, at least you're not." He added.

Arthur felt heat rise up to his cheeks, a sign of an oncoming blush and he desperately tried to quell it. _God, it's been one day and I'm already fawning over the poor lad. Get a bloody grip, Arthur. _

He cleared his throat, "Thanks Alfred." Not knowing what else to say the Brit opted for silence and he waited for the awkwardness to ensue. Luckily for him, the school bell began to ring just before the inevitable awkwardness could begin.

Alfred grinned and motioned towards the corridor behind him. "What class do you have, Artie?"

Arthur fished out his timetable and groaned, "I have bloody science, I _hate _the subject with a passion."

Alfred visibly brightened, "I have science too! I wonder if we're in the same class." They compared timetables and, sure enough, they were in the same class. "Come on, Artie we don't wanna be late!" The American grabbed Arthur's hand and practically dragged him to the science lab.

Arthur allowed a small smile to grace his features; _maybe science won't be so bad this year._

* * *

"So, do you wanna be partners?"

Arthur, startled, looked up from his doodling to be greeted by the intense, bright blue gaze of Alfred.

"I beg your pardon?" Arthur asked, a little dazed, surely the question was a bit personal. After all, they had only known each other for a day.

"Y'know, on the project? The teacher literally just explained it to us; I think that you zoned out for a little bit." The American proclaimed, parking his butt on the vacant lab stool next to the Brit.

"Oh."

The Brit suddenly felt very stupid, how could he have thought that the American meant partners as in a way that was definitely not school related? _This is it…I'm losing my mind; Arthur Kirkland has finally lost his marbles due to the annoyingly perfect Alfred F. Jones, how bloody ridiculous. _

"So… Do ya?" Alfred questioned.

"I don't see why not. What's the project about again?" Alfred had been right; Arthur really hadn't been paying any attention. Science really wasn't his subject.

"It's about space and NASA!" He announced, happily. "And ours is gonna be the best project ever!" His blue eyes began to glisten with excitement and Arthur couldn't help but feel excited too. Alfred's happiness was contagious.

"Sounds interesting." Arthur allowed as they began to pack up.

"Interesting?" The American pouted, "Dude, it's going to be freaking awesome! Like Marvel level awesome and that's pretty awesome."

"Indeed." Arthur replied as they headed out of the classroom door, their first lesson was over.

"Yeah!" He chuckled and checked his timetable, "Oh, I got Math next. You?"

Arthur followed suit and pulled out his own timetable, "I have bloody History next. "Arthur groaned as he realised who he sat next to in that particular class, "Sitting next to the bloody frog."

Alfred grimaced, "Have fun!" He began to rush off before stopping and turning to face Arthur, "See you at lunch, yeah?"

"Of course!" Arthur replied, maybe a bit too eagerly.

Alfred flashed a thumbs-up, making Arthur's heart flutter slightly, and then the American disappeared, in his haste to get to Maths leaving the Brit to make his slow walk to his History class.

* * *

The rest of the school day seemed to pass ridiculously slowly for Arthur and it seemed like it had taken forever, but he was finally waited at the school gates for Alfred. At Alfred's persistent insistence, they were going to go to Arthur's house to work on their NASA project. Arthur, like Alfred, was bumbling with enthusiasm but for a completely different reason. A reason that Arthur knew was utterly selfish but he couldn't help it. His "crush" was going to be spending the night at his house ( they had decided that it would be easier for the American to sleepover so that they could walk to school together) and Arthur could feel himself getting "butterflies" in his stomach. _Bloody hell Arthur, grow up, you're not some giggling schoolgirl! _

He didn't want to think about it but Alfred was already- admittedly unknowingly- changing the Brit. His usual grumpy persona was evolving into something…_chirpy? _No, the Brit shook his head, trying to eradicate his worrying thoughts. He would not let himself be changed by someone he barely knew, that wouldn't be right. And besides, Arthur didn't need changing, he was fine. Maybe he was a _tad _grumpy but that was all, although Alfred's ray-of-sunshine behaviour had made him rethink his attitude. He brushed his thoughts aside; he did not need this kind of emotional turmoil right now.

"You ready, Artie?"

Arthur was once again startled out of his thoughts by the loud and, as usual, beaming American who was casually standing in front of the Brit, his backpack hitched over one shoulder.

"I'm ready." Arthur replied, before scowling; "And I thought I told you not to call me Artie!"

Alfred laughed, "But, it's cute so it totally suits you!"

Arthur's heart did not flutter just then, nor did his cheeks redden. _They. Did. Not. _

Arthur tried to cushion his emotional issues by changing the subject. "Where's Matthew? I don't see him anywhere. Don't you usually wait for him?" As soon as he'd asked the question, the Brit wanted to take it back. He noticed Alfred's change in mood; he'd turned slightly sombre in a moment of seconds.

"Yeah, well…" The American sighed and rubbed his neck, "He's behaving all weird. I don't know what's wrong with him and he won't tell me. He's abusing his "elder twin" powers and refusing to tell me anything. I think he's hiding something, he's acting all guilty, I don't know…"

The Brit felt a surge of sympathy for his American friend, Alfred seemed greatly distressed and it made Arthur feel sorry for him. "I don't know what to say Alfred, I'm sure he'll tell you what's wrong eventually." Alfred just sighed and nodded.

The pair began to walk out of the school gates and headed to Arthur's house, Peter had a "music" club (this consisted of him and a few lonely teenagers playing My Chemical Romance in the empty choir room), and so they were able to leave straight away.

* * *

"_Woah_,dude, you have a crap-ton of DVD's!" The American exclaimed, kneeling in front of one of the Kirkland's many DVD cabinets. "And you have The Amazing Spiderman 2!" Alfred squealed excitedly.

Arthur watched the American from the sofa, a cup of tea was nestled on the Brit's lap, a faint smile on Arthur's face. Alfred was truly adorable, especially when excited about something. _Ugh, shut up! Stupid brain… It's just Alfred. Bumbling, naïve, slightly idiotic Alfred… Snap out of it, Arthur. _

"Oi, aren't we supposed to be working?" Alfred looked up at Arthur with an expression similar to that of a child caught doing something naughty.

"Uh…Yeah?" He replied, sheepishly, his blue eyes twinkling.

The two students had already eaten, courtesy of Alice's cooking which in Arthur's opinion had been particularly delicious that night, most likely due to Alfred's visit.. They were now seated in the living room, already kitted out in their pyjamas. They made quite a sight, Alfred was decked out in his Marvel PJ's and Arthur's night-wear featured a fabulous pink unicorn. They had both cocked eyebrows at each other's fashion choices but had left it at that.

"Artie?"

Arthur sighed at the nickname but responded nonetheless, "Yes, Alfred?"

"Can we not work, and watch Spiderman instead? It's just- I've only seen it once and I really want to watch it again. Please?" Pleading blue orbs met green and Arthur felt compelled to give in.

"Okay, but if we fall behind on this project then I'm blaming you. " He warned, before kneeling next to Alfred and setting up the DVD. The menu screen started and the pair rushed back to the sofa, keen not to miss a bit of the film. The movie started and Alfred's eyes were fixed on the screen, but Arthur's eyes were fixed on Alfred the whole time and that's how It would always be with Arthur.

And that was alright.

* * *

The credits began to roll as both Alfred and Arthur stretched; the movie had made them tired and they both longed for the comfort of sleep.

"Are you sure you're okay on the couch Artie?" Alfred asked for about the hundredth time that evening, a small but unsettling frown on the American's face. _He really doesn't suit frowning, _mused the Brit.

"Yes, Alfred, I'm fine on the couch!" Arthur reassured his friend.

"Okay…"Alfred got up from the sofa and headed towards the stairs, "I guess I'll say night then Artie. Oh, you may have to wake me up tomorrow…I'm not what you'd call a morning person." He chuckled as he walked up the stairs.

The Brit rolled his eyes. Arthur had suspected as much, Alfred seemed to be more of a night owl than an early bird.

"Goodnight Alfred!" He called up, but the American had already shut the bedroom door. He shrugged; Alfred had probably still heard him.

He lay on the sofa, a woollen blanket draped over him. As usual he was thinking about Alfred. _How had the American he'd only known for two days gotten so close to his heart already? _It was like fate; if such a thing existed.

_Bloody hell, I think I'm falling in love…_Was it possible? Could the hard-hearted Brit really be falling in love with his American friend? He wasn't sure. Arthur shifted around on the sofa; trying to get comfortable. Satisfied that he'd found a suitable spot, the Brit closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, all thoughts of Alfred F. Jones quelled from his mind.

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**A/N: Wow, it took me a while to write that! Sorry for the late update! :3 **

**Hope you guys like this chapter! **

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**Coming up: What secret is Matthew hiding from Alfred? When an unexpected arrival causes a stir in the Jones household will Arthur come to the rescue? **

**Until next time! **

**~TheYellowBrickRoadToTheTARDIS. **


	3. A Sad Announcement- Hiatus

*****HIATUS*****

_**This is just a little apology/notice. I am so very sorry for being such a crappy writer and not updating very often, I am just under so much pressure at the moment. I feel as though this message is necessary as I will be placing my account on an extended, but temporary hiatus. I have my exams this year (GCSE's) and I am under so much stress to do well. And I do really want to do well. So, thank you to all of you awesome people for reading this story, and I'm not abandoning it but it won't be updated until my exams are completed. ( June 2015) **_

_**I am very sorry for any inconvenicence that I have caused. **_

_**Thank you guys for being awesome and stuff. **_

_**I will be officially leaving my account tomorrow, but like I said I will return. **_

_**You guys can find me on Quotev ( TheFeelsKilledMe), where I will be publishing some Hetalia X Readers and other little things. **_

_**Again, thank you. **_

_**~TheYellowBrickRoadToTheTARDIS. **_


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